He fucked up. I mean he really fucked up… and he knew it, but he just watched the lifeless corpse, that moments earlier was hurling words of hurt and truth towards him. He watched, observed how the blood made its way through the clothing. His head tilted. He began wondering and observing how the blood was hindered by the double stitching of what he imagined was a white shirt, “as white as a lie”… he thought… he grinned at that thought, thinking it was witty… then realized the thought made no sense. It upset him. He began to feel as though logic betrayed him again… The sounds of his thoughts began to anger him…sounding more and more like those of the corpse’s… Both, he thought, echoed… first off itslips to the walls of the room, then in his mind, his incoherent thoughts echoed deeper… His teeth now clenched… His head lowered, his heart beat grew faster and harder…Something he noticed as he stepped forward. It enraged him even more, that his heart is beating, that he can feel it, even more enraged now, as he remembered that he hated logic, but forgot why… He was full of hate… he took another step towards the dead. Then stopped. Again, he didn’t know why. He stood still, the stillness… the stillness even that, he was aware of, he compared it to the dead… Its almost as though he was playing a game now… who would move first… For a moment he stood there, lifeless… He felt nothing… heard nothing, knew nothing. He then burst out into hysterical laughter… “I’ve won!” he kept repeating, “I’ve won!”, then began hurling insults and teasing the dead body … and pointing to the blood as it moved closer. You moved. You see… I win. You moved…

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